If you wish to lose your husband....
It seems that the easiest way to have a mate, husband, whatever dissappear is to get pregnant. I don't know if this is a new phenomena or not, but everywhere I look, there are women who are going about without the father of their kids, their husbands, and are pregnant. Currently, I am one of them, and I have been guilty of the same with Ameliah.
Now, why could this be? Actually there's a good number of reasons, the first of which would be the dramatic and usually explosive mood swings a woman goes through while carrying. Unfortunately, since Thaydin isn't around, my adoptive little brother Andrew has been getting the brunt of it. Not everyone is as lucky to have someone so understanding of things.
It could also be that they have to come to grips with the entire idea of becoming a father themselves. Us women, unfortunately, do not have the ability -magic aside- to get away with the constant reminder that shortly they will have all manner of extra responsibility. I imagine that the entire idea of it being of a kind of a mini case of needing to sow their wild oats. Something that is taken away from the pregnant woman the moment she knows.
There's also the concept of not being able to deal with change. A baby being brought into the homestead requires the father to have to change his activities as much as it does the mother. Much too often, because of this, the fathers are more and more often not sticking around for their offspring's childhood. This leads to a lot of resentment from the child. The Maiden only knows, I have already been a bit of a victem of this as well in that my nest children can only -just- forgive me for not being there. Mostly, because it now has been only maybe a year or perhaps two since I last saw their birth mother. I cannot be so fortunate as to forgive myself for it.
Really, I guess I just sat to write this because I miss my husband. I do get to see him when he's nearby, but that's not enough. It doesn't replace him when I go to sleep upset because I broke something now that I'm getting clumsy. It doesn't replace his hand helping me when I feel I can't get from one place to another fast enough. It doesn't hush those who look at me and stare, wondering what kind of whore I am for having a child out of wedlock since they haven't seen me ever with my husband.
I imagine this really should be just the lament of a young wife who is with child who misses her husband sorely while he takes one last sourjorn before he needs to take on another role and place a few others to the side.
Please come home soon, elder boy who is not elderboy.
Now, why could this be? Actually there's a good number of reasons, the first of which would be the dramatic and usually explosive mood swings a woman goes through while carrying. Unfortunately, since Thaydin isn't around, my adoptive little brother Andrew has been getting the brunt of it. Not everyone is as lucky to have someone so understanding of things.
It could also be that they have to come to grips with the entire idea of becoming a father themselves. Us women, unfortunately, do not have the ability -magic aside- to get away with the constant reminder that shortly they will have all manner of extra responsibility. I imagine that the entire idea of it being of a kind of a mini case of needing to sow their wild oats. Something that is taken away from the pregnant woman the moment she knows.
There's also the concept of not being able to deal with change. A baby being brought into the homestead requires the father to have to change his activities as much as it does the mother. Much too often, because of this, the fathers are more and more often not sticking around for their offspring's childhood. This leads to a lot of resentment from the child. The Maiden only knows, I have already been a bit of a victem of this as well in that my nest children can only -just- forgive me for not being there. Mostly, because it now has been only maybe a year or perhaps two since I last saw their birth mother. I cannot be so fortunate as to forgive myself for it.
Really, I guess I just sat to write this because I miss my husband. I do get to see him when he's nearby, but that's not enough. It doesn't replace him when I go to sleep upset because I broke something now that I'm getting clumsy. It doesn't replace his hand helping me when I feel I can't get from one place to another fast enough. It doesn't hush those who look at me and stare, wondering what kind of whore I am for having a child out of wedlock since they haven't seen me ever with my husband.
I imagine this really should be just the lament of a young wife who is with child who misses her husband sorely while he takes one last sourjorn before he needs to take on another role and place a few others to the side.
Please come home soon, elder boy who is not elderboy.
posted by Alais | 9:29 AM
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